Now, we move on to basic textual i/o, the workhorse of all programming and irreplaceable for debugging purposes even in the most graphic eye candy game. The well-oiled workings of console input are like gears in a Swiss clock, or the well-played duet of two radically different voices and the catchy melody of Metallica's Enter Sandman

You make a break, calling it a day for programming. But the call of the compiler would not leave you, and high on caffeine, you mosey back to the monitor which has enslaved you, and is pulling your strings like cocaine pulls the strings of an unfortunate addict, the cruel and heartless Master of Puppets.

You are pulled in, and you begin your work on the demanding graphics routines. They are enormously complicated, staggering, they make you curse yourself for sleeping through the calculus lectures in college, they are as mind-boggling as the lyrics of Iron Maiden's stunningly beautiful, beautiful as dynamic colored lighting, Dream of Mirrors